I walked silently through the quiet comforts of my giant mansion..I had loving parents...A life that many kids would dream of having.. anything I wanted given to me right away... Pathetic,right? I walked to the kitchen to get some milk but stubbed my toe on the giant, beautiful dining table and winced loudly. "DAMNIT!" I yelled in pain and growled in annoyance I grabbed my milk and started walking to my room but a maid, slightly, ever so slightly, bumped into me and I lashed out at her. "WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING DAMNIT!! YOU COULD'VE MADE ME SPILL MY MILK! DO YOUR JOB BETTER OR YOUR GETTING FIRED! YOU KNOW WHAT!? YOU ARE FIRED!!!!! GET OUT!" the maid ran out crying and I angrily stomped to my room, swung open the door not even bothering to close it, slamming my milk on my nightstand and cuddling in my blankets on my bed. It was unusually cold. I grabbed my milk but froze(-Uh, sorry, not a pun😭-) when I felt that I was grabbing ice instead. I looked down to see that the milk was frozen and had a layer of ice gently but aggressively wrapped around it. I picked it up confused. "What the hell?" I mumbled. Then I stomped to my dad's room, still in my blankets. I busted down his door and he looked up calmly from his book, he was used to this kind of behavior. "That's the 16th time I've had to get that door fixed but what is it, James?" He said taking off his reading glasses. I frowned angrily and held up the frozen milk which was getting colder each second I held it. "What is THE MEANING OF THIS!?" i yelled angrily, his eyes widened, then softened..then widened again..he kept doing it like he was thinking but I was just looking at him like he was a insane person. "Was there something in that tea father drank earlier. It might explain his.. unique behavior..NAH THIS NIGGA'S ACTING LIKE A FUCKING MANIAC! WHAT THE HELL!!?" I thought to myself, then he sighed and looked at me. "Son.. there's -" I cut him off. "I have a name,you know." I said angrily. "Oh right sorry-" I cut him off again "there is no "oh right sorry." You named me!! Idiot." I said snarkily, crossing my arms. "Look, james. There's something I need to tell you.. something important.................."
"So what is it? You can't just leave it on a cliffhanger!" I said angrily. "But I'm supposed to!" Father said angrily. "AYGHHHHH!!" I yelled.
(Sorry, some 4th wall break difficulties..ehehe..hemm..mm.)
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Fantasy4 teenage kids live in the modern age. Adam loves inventing things, he's very smart and has a settled and calm personality. James on the other hand is a different story, he has anger issues, he often lashes out at people and only has snarky comments...
